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Yannick didn't know when he passed out, and of course he didn't know what happened after he passed out. When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Rubbing his forehead, he vaguely remembered that he was pressed on the carpet last night and did it in various positions three times, and then... when he woke up, he was on the bed.

The priest supported his waist and lifted the quilt to get off the bed. As he stood up, a stream of warm liquid flowed down between his legs. The only fortunate thing is that the carpet is also white and can be covered, otherwise He couldn't imagine what it would be like for the servants to see the dried up white turbidity dripping from the carpet when they were tidying up the room.

Obviously, the vampire once again took advantage of the loophole in the contract and ate him up. The silver-haired priest was so angry that he decided to wait for Bishop Lahe to come back and ask for a hundred ways to deal with vampires.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, there was a paragraph of words written on the parchment scroll spread out on the desk.

It was this passage that made the priest's forehead bulge with veins.

My little baby,

In view of William's escape, he must go to Walter and cry.In order to prevent my war with him from reaching you, I have decided to sacrifice myself to go away for a few days to deal with these evil little things that have driven us apart. I will be back soon, and I hope you don't miss me too much.

your dearest anse

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it!" The priest said in a bad tone.

"It's me, master." Butler Adam said outside.

"Come in."

Butler Adam came in with a plate, and Yannick broke the pot, and didn't bother to put on his clothes immediately, so he simply walked around wrapped in sheets.

The butler never looked sideways at things that he shouldn't be looking at. He put down the plate and only lingered on the part above the priest's neck: "Are you okay?"

"Adam, do you know where there is a pharmacy in the imperial capital, with a relatively complete variety?" The priest held the parchment scroll and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Although the butler was a little surprised, he still answered honestly: "It's just on the left side of the commercial street, and the whole street sells magic potions."

After breakfast, Yannick immediately went to the place that the butler said was selling magic potions.

There are no doctors in this world, and magic potions have replaced the effects of medicines to a certain extent. Although the effect is not as good as that of light healing, not everyone who is sick can afford priests to treat them. Commoners are more willing to buy some cheap magic. medicines to treat various diseases.

This makes the magic potion market extremely lively. In this place far away from the aristocratic city, not only mages come here to find various materials and potions, but also sick civilians come here to buy, or buy some potions in advance and keep them at home, just in case. needs.

Therefore, when a priest came to buy the medicine made by the mage, and the priest's appearance was exceptionally good, he seemed very attractive. The already crowded street became more crowded because of him, and almost everyone Step by step, he turned his head and looked at it a few times. If he was more reserved, he would secretly admire in his heart, and if he was more unrestrained, he would discuss with the people next to him.

"Look at that priest, I've never seen anyone as handsome as him!"

"Yes, I think even Francis, the God of Sunlight, can't compare to him when he comes back to life!"

"Okay honey, what do you want to do!"

"I'm going to ask his name!"

"He is a priest. Priests cannot marry. What's the use of asking!"

"Ah, but can't they have a mistress? The priests are all very rich. Even if they can be a lover for such a handsome priest, wouldn't it be nice?"

Listening to the discussions that he thought were quiet but most of them fell into his ears, Yannick felt that his head, which had not been well rested, hurt even more. He began to regret that he was too hasty when he went out and forgot to put on his cloak.

Fortunately, there was a quite large magic pharmacy in front of him, so he walked in quickly.

After entering, I suddenly felt my eyes brighten.

Just like the supermarkets I saw in my previous life, there are rows of shelves in the huge pharmacy, with an aisle between the shelves. There are all kinds of magic potions on the shelves, and there are labels on the bottom. name and price.

But Yannick didn't look at each row, but went directly to the checkout counter.

The owner of the pharmacy is a high-level mage, and his expression is very strange now.

As a mage, he deeply suspected that a priest came to the mage's pharmacy for some other purpose, but as a seller, he couldn't drive away his customers.

In this contradictory mood, the shopkeeper looked at the priest walking towards him in confusion.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I need a potion." The silver-haired priest considered his words, "It can keep people in a certain state."

"Can you go into more detail, I don't quite understand?"

"Well, for example, it is said that blood races can change into the form of bats, you know?" Seeing the shopkeeper nodding, the priest continued: "This potion can keep them in the form of bats and cannot change back to human form."

The shopkeeper is now even more suspicious that the priest must have come to smash the scene: "...I'm very sorry, we don't have this kind of potion."

"Aren't there so many magic potions? I just need a similar effect." The priest said.

The shopkeeper twitched his mouth: "Your Excellency, the potion you mentioned is really amazing. If there is one, just imagine turning a cat into a human, and then feeding it to drink this potion, wouldn't it be There is no need to change back to a cat, oh my god, if it is a human or a cat, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"..." Yannick felt that the shopkeeper was a little worried, "Okay, thank you very much, so do you have some mischief potions here?"

"Of course," the mage shopkeeper finally showed a little smile, "We have a lot of potions here, and they are definitely the most complete in this area. Imagine yourself as a cat... Oh, this potion is the closest to what you just asked for!"

Yannick was a little disappointed, these didn't meet his requirements, especially when it was used on a Blood Duke, he probably had to increase the amount, but he didn't want the shopkeeper to feel that he was here to smash the field, so he was still going to buy it Some: "Okay then, can you get me a bottle..."

"Get me a bottle of medicine for typhoid fever." A voice interrupted him.

Yannick turned his head back and bumped into a pair of light brown eyes.

"Chris?"

"You're back." The mage in black looked a little paler, but it wasn't from haggardness, it was more like he was bored in a dark environment.

The silver-haired priest coughed lightly: "Yes, I just came back yesterday."

Then he thought again, Yannick, you have a guilty conscience, it was obviously not you who took advantage of it and ran away!

Thinking about it this way, he gained confidence again, and the silver-haired priest put a smile on his face.

Then I heard the mage in black say, "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Ah, I thought you were busy."

Chris had no expression on his face, "Are you here to buy medicine?"

"Yes, I want to buy a magic potion that can fix a certain deformed form for a period of time." Yannick shrugged, "But there doesn't seem to be any here, so I plan to just buy..."

"I will do it." The black mage interrupted him.

The silver-haired priest blinked.

"I'll do it." Chris repeated, focusing on the last sentence. "No money."

"..." Yannick was a little moved, but he still maintained his rationality, "Then why do you still come here to buy typhoid medicine?"

"That's the most common potion, I don't want to waste that time doing it." Chris threw the money to the shopkeeper, took the potion bottle and put it into the magic bag, and grabbed the priest's wrist with one hand. "Let's go."

"Wait..." Yanick was held tightly by him and couldn't help but staggered forward with his figure, just in time to be hugged by the black mage, and took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around his waist.

The silver-haired priest was no shorter than Chris, and this posture was too awkward. He struggled with the pain in his waist and back, and found that the other party hugged him even tighter.

"...You can let me go, I won't run away."

"Your eyes express another sentence." The mage in black said.

Yannick: "??"

Chris: "I'd love to run."

Yannick: "..."

He won't be kidnapped, chopped up and thrown into a pot to make medicine, right? !

Turns out of course not, but not much better.

"You didn't come to look for me after you returned to the imperial capital." There was a deep accusation hidden in the flat tone.

"Sophia... ah... then... come... um... let go..."

"She's been with you all day?" was the tone of the interrogation.

"No... ah... ha... stop..."

On the messy carpet, the priest could not speak in tune. He lay down on it, clenched his hands involuntarily, and kneaded the blanket under his body. Every time he gathered a little strength and wanted to escape, he was grabbed by his ankle went back.

The place that was trampled three times last night was once again thrust into by burning desire. It has already been trained to be supple and soft. As soon as it touches the man's thick penis, it can't help but suck it up and wrap it tightly.

The long silver hair trembled with the shaking of the body, like a stream illuminated by the moonlight flowing all over the ground, and then frozen by some kind of magic. Hitting, branding a delicate kiss on his back.

"We can cancel the teacher-student contract and re-establish the partner contract." Yannick heard the man behind him say so.

Paralyzed bastard, who wants to enter into a partnership contract with you!

How did he get down to this point!

A little forward in time, Yannick was dragged back to the latter's home by Chris, and entered the place that was said to be a research room, where there were all kinds of bottles and jars, and books scattered all over the place.The mage in black carefully observed him from beginning to end with the gaze of studying some kind of magic, and finally said a sentence: "The corners of your eyes are red, and your steps are weak and weak, just like last time."

"Last time? What's the same?" The always clever silver-haired priest asked him the stupidest sentence in his life.

"The last time we made love." The mage in black said calmly.

Then, Yannick was thrown down and eaten.

Chris must have noticed something strange about his body—even if there is a healing technique to remove the hickey marks from the night before, the aftereffects of the body cannot be deceived.

Yannick thought in a daze.

But what does that have to do with him!Being kidnapped by a vampire to bed was not voluntary either, what is going on with the smell of vinegar that fills the room now!

Wait, their relationship is just a teacher-student relationship, not a partner, right?

Why should I be pressured by him again and again!

Chris was obviously dissatisfied with his distraction, and the strength under his body increased a little, spreading the priest's legs further apart, pressing his upper body tightly, as if trying to embed him into his body, feeling the pressure The circles of soft meat seem to have self-consciousness, layer by layer, shrinking and shrinking, with thick and hot meat roots, supple, and the rear acupoints that have been used to being trained are like the finest silk, even if they encounter no matter how rough they are. Whipping and cutting, but also slutty sucking tightly and entangled the man.

The whole body of the silver-haired priest was soaked, no matter outside or inside. Of course, the same is true for the mage.

The two bodies were intertwined with each other, and a tightly closed door separated the two worlds inside and outside the room.

Time seems to have been completely forgotten.

What is the end of excessive indulgence?

Yannick didn't even want to lift a finger. He was so clean that he didn't even ask for a bath. He just lay down and let the spirited mage fiddle with him.

"Let's sign a partnership contract." Chris said, although his face was still paralyzed, but his eyes were shining brightly, obviously aware of some kind of crisis, or knowing that there are many people besides himself He has developed a strong interest in the silver-haired priest, and has even started to attack people other than him.

Ownership must be taken back.The mage in black thought so.

"Let me remind you, respected teacher," the silver-haired priest lazily said, already at this point, it would be too hypocritical to put on the face of a virgin who wants to greet but refuses. "You have violated the ethics of teachers and students, and have sex with your own students, and I don't see any signs of mutual affection between us."

"But you have never refused. The book says that if you don't refuse, you are acquiescing. You are just shy." The black-clothed mage said seriously.

"I want to correct one thing, the books you read must have been written by some idiot who couldn't find his sweetheart all his life." The priest smiled, "Where do you see the word shy from my face? Am I right? ,willing."

He bit the last few words heavily, and then took a breath: "Please give me a good dress, anything is fine, thank you."

Then he closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to the mage in black anymore.

"..." The mage obviously didn't know what he did wrong at all. He pursed his lips and felt that the other party's emotions were extremely low. He was silent for a while, then put on his clothes and went out.

The book clearly states that as long as two people have a physically intimate relationship, they can enter the process of entering into a partnership contract.

He opened the door, and the loyal housekeeper was already waiting outside.

"Dear master, do you and Your Excellency Hill need something to eat? Some mushroom soup or something? This is the best thing to eat after intense physical exertion."

"Give me a new set of clothes, in the style of priest's robes, and food, and by the way, help me look up the biography of the author of "One Hundred Ways of Love in Olin Continent"."

"Yes, Master."

The author has something to say: Haha, it’s another behind-the-back style, the priest is too miserable! ╮(╯﹏╰)╭Maybe you want to protest that these two chapters are all scum, but I want to declare 2 points. 1. Although they are all meat dregs, the meat dregs of Gong 1 are obviously longer than those of Meow Gong, which shows that his status of Gong 1 is sacred and unshakable. 2. Even meat dregs are likely to be reported under the current crackdown, so keep a low profile.

Then, Gong 1 has already discovered the existence of the adulterer. If he knows that the potion the priest wants is related to Meow Gong, he will probably directly make a potion that can only turn into ants forever...